Poems about pine trees

Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that Song Gao Jie will stay until the snow melts.

There are 100-foot-long and 10-yard-long pine trees around. They were born at the bottom of the canyon, cold and crude.

The wind sweeps itself, but the snow in the waterfall is hard to disappear.

The pines are shaded, and the west of the road is clear.

Micro-singing the bright moon in the sea gives birth to rock laurel, and laughing long without romantic pine.

It should be the guardian of the mountain god, sweeping the dust when the wind is resting.

The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain, one inch in diameter, one stem, and the hundred feet are overcast.

Gao Song-Li Shangyin

Gao Song stood out from the crowd and accompanied me to the end of the world.

After the guests left Chu Qing, the monk came and kept silent.

There is an elegant charm in the wind, so try a quiet posture without snow.

He visited Fu Gui in 2008.

Du Fu, a new pine under the strict order of Gong Zheng

It is a weak branch that is conceited and uprooted.

Soft voice invades the jade account, and the jade kisses the bead curtain.

No purple smoke set, empty and bright.

When it is one hundred long, cover the eaves.